A Generation Christmas

Its the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a Mickey Mouse;

Passports were placed, in the safe with care,
In hope that Generation Travel soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of Dubai and the Atlantis Hotel danced in their heads;

Mum on her laptop, and Dad on his phone,
Scrolling endlessly for inspiration of where next they will go,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They logged off instagram to see what was the matter.

When what to their amazement, did appear,
But a tall blonde travel agent and eight tiny rein-deer,

He met them in person, then called them by name:
Bali! Singapore! Croatia and Rome!Orlando! Mexico! Berlin and Lake Como!

He was dressed for the beach, from head to toe,
Mum prefers to go skiing, and drink cocktails in the snow.

A sack full of holiday ideas he slung on his back,
Business Class, City Breaks, or just a backpack,

Your wish list is long, your bucket list full,
Fear not friends, Neil can recommend all,

January is looming as he cruised out of sight“
Happy Holidays to all, and to all a safe flight!”